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A Mother's Helping Hands Part 4

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Molly woke early the next morning. Her flimsy negligee was bunched around her waist and her legs were still spread wide from the night before. After giving her son a killer blow-job she had been in such a hurry to frig her pussy that she hadn't even removed her garter and stockings. She had merely flung herself on the bed and fingered herself to orgasm before finally falling into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of Sean.

Stretching her stiff muscles, Molly sat up and pulled the sweaty gown off over her head and tossed it to the floor. She reached up behind her back to unclasp her sexy bra, slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it over the side of the bed also. Then she took off the garter belt and lay back, lifting each leg to remove the stockings. After tossing them away also, she heaved a sigh and idly rubbed the indentions her bra-strap had left under her breasts.

As Molly's mind drifted back to last night, her fingers massaged their way up to her nipples. She almost couldn't believe she'd actually sucked off her own son. But it had happened. She shivered as she pinched her nipples. And before long, Sean would be waking up with another glorious hard-on, and she knew she would do it again. And again and again, as much as he wanted. Hell, who was she kidding? She wanted it as much as he did.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her hand slid down through her dark pubes to touch her already damp pussy. She wanted to suck her 15-year-old son's cock. She wanted him to ask for it. No, she wanted him to command her to do it. She moaned again as two fingers slid into her wetly grasping cunt. At that moment, something made her open her eyes and there was Sean, standing naked in the doorway, watching her.

Molly instinctively snapped her thighs closed. "S-Sean," she stammered. "I-I was just..." she trailed off, not sure what to say.

Sean stepped into the room. His bandaged hands hung at his sides. His big cock was fully erect, standing out from his lean young body like a flagpole. His eyes were wide with surprise and excitement.

Molly laughed embarrassedly as she sat up, swinging her legs off the bed. Her arm went naturally across her breasts, covering her nudity. "I guess you caught me," she said.

"You were...'relaxing'?" he asked hoarsely.

Molly blushed, but felt her tension ease. "You didn't think only boys did it did you?" she asked.

"I don't know," Sean answered. "I just never thought about you doing it."

"Well I do, occasionally," Molly admitted.

Occasionally, HA! she thought to herself. She had masturbated more in the last week than in the last ten years combined. All because of your beautiful cock, she wanted to say, but instead she smiled mischievously and crooked her finger, calling him to her. She spread her knees outside of his legs as she pulled him close and, without another word, engulfed his jutting prick with her hot mouth.

Molly smiled inwardly at the surprised groan Sean let out. She hooked her legs behind his calves and gripped his firm young buttocks tightly, helping to support him as his knees threatened to buckle. She began sucking him in a slow, sensual rhythm, working her lips and tongue over the entire length of his pulsing organ. She alternated between short little bobs just over the ridge of his cockhead and long, deep-throating strokes that left her lips around the base of the shaft and her nose nestled in his tickling pubic hair.

In just a few minutes, her expert techniques brought him to orgasm. She savored her son's cum as he groaned and thrust his spurting cock into her mouth insistently, filling it with the hot slippery nectar. When she had drunk the last drop, she let his penis slip from her mouth with a sucking pop.

Sean sank weakly to his knees, and Molly hugged his head to her naked breast as he leaned against her. She pressed her cheek to the top of his head and rocked him gently, as his breathing returned to normal.

"Mom?" Sean asked quietly after a time.

"Yes, baby?" she whispered.

"Could I....see you?" he asked in a small voice.

Molly's stomach gave a jump. She didn't have to ask what it was he wanted to see. At her hesitation, Sean started to pull away. "It doesn't matter," he muttered, dejection evident in his voice.

Molly quickly caught his face between her hands and turned his eyes up to hers. "You can see whatever you want, honey," she said. She smiled tenderly at his hopeful expression. "I'll tell you what," she continued. "How about if I finish what I was doing when you came in?"

Sean's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? And I can watch?"

Molly laughed softly in response. She pulled the pillows behind her and lay back on the bed, her feet still on the floor on either side of her kneeling son. As he watched eagerly, she began to squeeze her breasts, kneading the pliant globes. She teased her erect nipples, pinching and twisting until they stood out stiffly. Sean watched avidly as she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them seductively.

His wide eyes followed her fingers as she trailed them slowly down between her breasts and over her belly. She could see he was holding his breath as they slid through the dark triangle of her pubic hair and down to her waiting vagina. She rubbed her fingertips slowly up and down the wet slit, sighing with erotic pleasure. She was incredibly turned on. Not only was her son mere inches from her exposed pussy watching her masturbate, she could still taste his sperm. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out with a low moan as she slid two fingers into her sopping cunt.

As Molly slowly finger-fucked herself, she noticed Sean bending lower, trying to see past her hand. Lifting her legs, she hooked her heels on the edge of the mattress and scooted down until her ass was halfway off the bed. Then she pulled her knees back, spreading her legs as wide as she could. She withdrew her wet fingers and stroked herself before his eyes.

"Can you see it, baby?" Molly moaned, spreading her lust-swollen labia to show him the glistening pink inside.

Sean nodded, unable to speak, keeping his eyes riveted to her wide-open cunt. He was so close now she could feel his warm breath on her pussy, close enough that he could surely smell her lust. She plunged her fingers back inside.

"Oh god, it's wet baby," Molly gasped. She stroked her fingers in and out several times. "See how wet it is?" she moaned, pulling her fingers out and holding them up to him. She received a mild shock when Sean's tongue darted forward tentatively to taste the dripping juices.

When Molly didn't withdraw her hand, he took another taste, watching her face for any sign of protest. Receiving none, he began lapping the pussy-juice from her fingers. Molly watched raptly, turning her hand for him, playing her fingers over his wiggling tongue. She traced the contours of his soft lips with her fingertips, then sighed as he let them slide into his mouth and began to suck them sensually.

Molly was nearly swooning with desire. She slowly brought her hand back down, luring Sean's sucking mouth down to her burning cunt without even realizing it. When his lip touched her vulva, she slid her fingers slowly out of his mouth and spread her labia wide, pushing her gaping cunt up into his mouth. His tongue immediately speared into her, snaking its way into her grasping hole.

Molly gasped with pleasure. “Oh God yes! Lick me! Lick momma’s pussy! Oh yes! My clit, baby, lick my clit!”

She pulled the skin back, causing her clit to pop out from its hood and guided her son’s head till his frantically licking tongue was swabbing over the engorged nub.

“Oh God yes! Right there! Right there, baby! Momma’s gonna cum! You’re gonna make Momma cum! Yes baby! Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSS! I’M CUMMING!” she screamed with pleasure as the intense climax wracked her body with waves of pure sexual bliss.

And still Sean kept licking, running his tongue over the ultra-sensitive little button as Molly’s orgasm subsided. Unable to take any more, Molly sat up, pulling Sean’s mouth out of her crotch. She hugged him close, gasping to catch her breath. Her eyes closed, she held him against her as her breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to normal.

As she recovered from the most intense orgasm she’d had in years, Molly gradually became aware of Sean’s cock pressing into her inner-thigh, fully hard once again. She froze as it pressed forward, sliding up her leg to butt into the point where her thigh joined her pelvis, a scant inch away from her still-quivering vulva. Sean pressed forward slightly and the cock slid up into her pubes. Then he backed away and pressed forward again, his cock butting into her crotch more firmly this time only to slip once again up into her curly thatch.

Molly sat stock still, her mind racing as Sean’s hard prick continued questing. Even with all she had done with him over the last days, could she go all the way, breaking the final and ultimate taboo? Could she actually fuck her own son? Fuck her own son… Fuck Sean… Just saying the words in her mind sent a fresh tingle of forbidden excitement throughout her body, and at just that instant Sean’s swollen cockhead bumped directly into her pussy, pushing the slick labia apart before it slipped upward to slide across her still-erect clit and up into her bush. Molly shivered at the sensation as Sean let out a tiny frustrated whimper.

Molly pushed Sean’s shoulders, backing him away just far enough that she could look directly into his eyes. She could see the need written there, the hunger. Without thinking, Molly pulled his face to hers, parting her lips as her mouth closed over his. She kissed him. It was the kiss of a lover, deep and sensuous, her tongue pushing into his mouth. She could smell and taste herself on him, the heady musk of her own cunt. As she continued to tongue-kiss her son, she reached down and grasped the throbbing hard cock that continued to try to find its way to that self-same cunt.

Sean shivered with desire, kissing her back enthusiastically. He moaned into her mouth as she guided the head of his cock to her drooling pussy, working it up and down the slit to part her quivering labia. When the head was securely wedged between the pudgy cuntlips, poised at the entrance of her cunt, she released her hold and slid both hands around to grasp his firm young buttocks. Gasping for breath, she broke the kiss and moved her mouth close to his ear.

“Now baby,” she whispered hoarsely. “I want you inside me.”

Digging her fingers into his clenching asscheeks, she drew him forward, moaning into his ear as the turgid cock entered her, sliding wetly into her velvety depths. She drew his shuddering form to her until the entire shaft was embedded in her steaming pussy, stretching the slickly yielding labia wide and filling her completely.

“Oh God baby,” she moaned. “You’re cock is so big. It’s so big and so hard. You feel so good, baby."

Sean’s only answer was a shuddering groan that spoke volumes. Molly urged him to pull back, withdrawing his man-sized cock from her wetly-grasping pussy, and then pulling him back in, more forcefully this time, and again withdrawing and again back in, even harder so the impact of their loins made a smack!

“Oh that’s it baby! In and out, fuck me! Fuck Momma! Fuck Momma with your big hard cock! Yes! Fuck Momma hard baby! As hard as you want! Fuck me hard!”

Sean needed no more prompting. Faster and faster he drove his raging boner into her, his forearms holding her shoulders as he protected his bandaged hands. Harder and harder his cock plunged into her slavering pussy’s velvet grip.

“Tell me you like it,” Molly urged. “Tell me you like fucking me!”

“Oh God yes!” Sean managed to gasp out. “It’s better than anything ever! It’s better than… Oh God Mom, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Cum baby? You’re gonna cum in Momma’s pussy?”

“”Yes!” he cried. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA… AAAUUUGGGH!!!”

Sean whipped his cock into her in a frenzy, spewing his white-hot sperm into her pussy even as her own orgasm exploded through her entire being. She was scarcely aware of biting his shoulder, digging her nails into his tight white asscheeks, seeking to pull him deeper inside, aware only of her own immense climax and her son’s hot semen filling the very womb that had given birth to him.

Molly held Sean to her, their sweaty chests heaving against each other, his penis still held inside her as they both panted for air. She had done it; she had actually fucked her own son. She was suddenly afraid. He had wanted it. She’d seen that in his eyes. But what would he think of her now? Now that the heat of the moment had passed...

She held tightly, afraid to let go, afraid to even look into his face. She held him a long time. His penis softened inside her, but she held him so close it could not escape her pussy’s grip. She was afraid to move. Afraid to even speak.

Finally Sean yawned. “I gotta pee,” he said matter-of-factly.

Cautiously she turned to face him. But her fear was for naught. There was only love in his eyes, a tiny smile of satisfaction playing across his lips. No disgust, no nauseous loathing, only loving adoration and the look of lethargic contentment that comes with complete sexual satisfaction. He actually pressed his lips to hers and gave her a somewhat shy kiss.

Sighing with relief, Molly smiled and kissed him back, then eased him away from her, a shudder running through both their bodies as his spent penis slowly slipped from the folds of her sperm-filled vagina. Giggling, they both climbed to their feet, only to hold each other again as they both swayed on unsteady feet. Suddenly Sean kissed her again, this time full and deep, with tongue. A lover’s kiss that stole her breath.

“I love you Mom,” he beamed a smile at her.

“I love you too, honey,” Molly smiled back at him happily and led him naked to the bathroom.

* * * * *

Sean slumped in the passenger’s seat on the way to his therapy session at the hospital.

“I wish I didn’t have to go today,” he muttered.

“I know honey, but we have to go if we want your hands to get better,” Molly said.

“I like you being my hands,” he said glumly.

Molly’s heart leapt out to him. “Oh baby,” she murmured, laying her hand sympathetically on his thigh. “I’ll always be here for you. Besides,” she giggled, trying to brighten his mood, “you don’t like me being your hands all the time, only when it comes time to ‘relax’. And even when your hands get well, I’ll still help you ‘relax’ if you want.”

“You will?” Sean asked, perking up a little.

“Promise,” Molly replied with a smile.

Sean smiled back, but soon turned glum again. “I still don’t want to go today. It hurts.”

“I know baby,” Molly replied. “I’ll tell you what… Tomorrow is Sunday so you don’t have therapy. Let’s make a deal: You go to therapy every day, and on Sundays I’ll give you a reward.”

“What kind of reward,” Sean asked, interest lighting up his face.

“Anything you want,” Molly replied. “I’ll be your willing slave. I’ll do anything you order me to do.”

“Anything?” Sean asked skeptically.

“Yep!”

“Even if I want… what we did this morning?”

Molly blushed, but whether from embarrassment or excitement she could not say. “Even that,” she answered. “If that’s what you order me to do.”

Sean smiled brightly now. She could see the possibilities rushing through his mind. Her heart soared when she could see him happy like this again. She patted his thigh as she turned her attention to the hospital coming up on the right. She pulled around the corner and up to the entrance to the adjacent parking garage. After driving up a couple of levels, she found a space and pulled in.

After parking the car, Molly got out and went round to open Sean’s door for him. He looked out at her, apprehension written on his face, and as she leaned in to unfasten his seat belt, she discovered the reason why.

“What’s this?” she asked, looking down at an enormous bulge tenting out the front of his shorts.

“Uh, I have a little problem,” Sean replied sheepishly.

“A little problem,” Molly arched her eyebrows.

“I was just thinking…” he trailed off.

“Yes, I can see what you were thinking,” she answered dryly. “Think of something else.”

“I can’t. How am I supposed to walk through the halls with this? You know it won’t go away.”

“Oh my,” Molly shook her head in exasperation. After this morning’s workout, his penis should have been in a coma. The wonders of being a teenage boy, she thought with a shake of her head. Now what was she to do?

She stood up and peered around the parking lot. The only other people in sight were a geriatric couple walking away from their car and approaching the elevator. Waiting till the doors slid closed behind them, Molly took another hesitant look around then dropped to her knees.

Sean looked at her questioningly as she reached for the waistband of his shorts. She just shrugged and gave him an ‘oh well’ look. It was either this or she stand in front of him the entire way. After a brief hesitation and a nervous look around, he lifted his butt for her to pull down his shorts and underwear. Sean’s cock sprang free, hard as a rock.

Molly gripped it in her hand, looking around one last time, then lowered her head into his lap. Sean groaned as she closed her mouth over the tumescent organ and immediately began bobbing her head up and down. She squeezed the base of the shaft tightly with her hand and concentrated her sucking to the top half, intent on getting him off as quickly as possible. She bobbed her head quickly, sucking hard, the rapid movements causing her lips to lose their seal around the shaft and loud slurping noises to escape. In two minutes, Sean stiffened and shot his load into her mouth.

Molly gulped down her son’s hot cum, swallowing every last drop and licking his cock clean. She quickly pulled his shorts back into place then helped him from the car. She picked up her purse and then locked the doors. Digging into her purse, she retrieved a Kleenex and began wiping her mouth when a car door slammed nearby. Turning quickly, Molly saw a girl locking her door not three cars away across the narrow driveway. No car had driven up since they had arrived, so she had been sitting there the entire time.

She was pretty, early twenties, dressed like a hippie-chick in a long flowing skirt, fringed leather jacket despite the summer weather, sandals on her feet and a headband holding back her long brown hair. She walked toward the elevator, passing by a frozen Sean and Molly.

“Way to go, stud,” the girl grinned at Sean, giving him a wink as she passed by.

Sean grinned back at her, his ego boosted so far Molly thought he might pop. They stood still until the girl was gone, Sean standing tall and Molly hiding her profusely blushing face. Alone again, Sean giggled as his eyes met Molly’s. She let out an embarrassed snicker herself, hiding her face in her hands. Then she rolled her eyes.

“Come on, stud,” she said finally, heading for the elevators herself.

* * * * *

That night, as she helped Sean to bed, he asked again if she meant what she had said about rewarding him on Sunday.

"Yep," she answered, sitting on the side of his bed and taking hold of his already hard cock. She grinned at him as she began to stroke the throbbing shaft. "I'll be yours to command. Anything you want, anything you order me to do, I'll say 'Yes Master'. Anything at all..."

She could see the excitement in his eyes, already dreaming of the possibilities. And she felt a rush of excitement also, her pussy going instantly wet at the thought of what he might order her to do, of what she hoped he'd order her to do. She was beating his cock hard now, fighting the urge to jump on it and ride it 'til it spewed inside her, filling her with white-hot cum, making her cum, making her scream...

Just then, Sean's ass lifted off the bed and his cock erupted, shooting cum high into the air. Molly quickly lowered her head and took the head of his twitching cock into her mouth, locking her lips around the pulsing glans as she continued stroking the shaft frenziedly, milking his sweet cum into her mouth.

When she had swallowed the last drop, she released the spent penis and licked all the semen she'd missed off of Sean's belly and balls and her own fingers, looking into his beautiful eyes as she seductively sucked each finger in turn. When she was finished with her cat-like clean-up, she kissed Sean on the mouth, tongue sliding in to meet his, letting him taste his own juices. Finally, she stood up from the bed, pulling the covers over her son's lithe, naked body.

"See you in the morning, 'Master'," she grinned just before she switched off the light and went to her own bed.

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